Kiss My Knits!

So now apparently when I have a real good bawl, my eyes get red spots all around them, as if a thousand tiny gigolos had given me a thousand tiny hickeys.

It’s been about 16 hours. The puffiness has gone down, and the spots have faded some, but not completely, as you can see. Stupid rosacea. This better not be permanent.

From now on, if any of you see me looking like I might cry, you are required to break into spontaneous dance in order to prevent this from happening. Ugh.

(And yes, spots aside, I’m fine now, thanks.)

An elephant was drinking from a river one day, when he spotted a turtle asleep on a log. So, he ambled on over and kicked it clear across the river.

“Yes,” said the elephant, “I have turtle recall.”

Thank you! Thank you! Remember, you can’t throw rotten fruit through the internet.